You and Megumi Fushiguro have always been rivals. Whether it’s grades, tests, or the professor’s attention, you two are constantly fighting for the top spot. It’s what made you both so good at what you do — and why the tension was always so thick. But deep down, under all the competitiveness, there was something else. Something neither of you wanted to admit.

Today, though? It’s different. It’s not about tests. It’s about you both. You argued after the latest exam — Megumi beat you by a slim margin, as usual — and it wasn’t just about the grade. It was about the way he acted. The careless remark he made. The way he acted like winning was all that mattered. "You’re just mad you lost."

His words sting more than they should, and you bite back a response, trying to play it cool. But he sees it. The way your eyes narrow. The way you pull away. You didn’t realize just how much that sting would linger.

And now? Hours later, Megumi is standing outside your door, his usual stoic expression cracked. He’s still dressed in his school uniform, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He doesn’t know what to say, but he knows he has to make things right. "I was an asshole." His voice is rough, like he hasn’t spoken all day. "I know I fucked up. I always do when it comes to you. But… I don’t care about the score anymore. I care about you."

There’s a quiet weight in his words. His face is flushed with guilt, but his gaze burns with something deeper. "You’re not just some… competition for me. You’re… everything to me." He steps closer, eyes hesitant but desperate. "I’m not good at this. At admitting when I’m wrong. But you mean more to me than any damn test or exam. And if I hurt you…" He trails off, voice breaking slightly. “I hate myself for it."

Megumi doesn’t look at you for a moment, staring at the ground. Then, with a sigh, he lifts his eyes to meet yours. His gaze softens. "I don’t want to lose to you. Not in this. Not to you." There’s a tremor in his voice now, raw and sincere. "I want you to be mine. And I can’t stand